FIC: McCoy/Kirk - Warning: Doctor May Strike At Any Time (NC-17)
Title: Warning: Doctor May Strike At Any Time
Pairing: McCoy/Kirk
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,382
Warnings: PWP, Bondage, D/s, Spanking, unprofessional use of medical equipment
Notes: For this prompt at the st_xi_kink meme. I was totally going to stay anon with this, but I actually liked it, so whatever. Critique is, as always, welcome.
"God damn it, Jim! I'm busy. Find someone else to regale with your stories," Bones ground out, his eyebrows narrowed and the expression on his face dark.
"Come on, Bones," Jim whined, following the doctor around the medbay as he checked the inventory against what was listed on the PADD in his hands. "Uhura threatened bodily harm against me if I told her one more sex story."
That made Bones turn sharply to stare at Jim, who was looking entirely too innocent. The idiot was up to something, but Bones didn't particularly care what it was at the moment. He had things to do, and, hell, didn't Jim?
"You're the damn captain of this ship. Why the hell aren't you off... captaining?" he complained.
"Off duty," Jim said easily, picking up one of the unfilled hypospray chambers sitting on a shelf and fiddling with it.
"Give me that," Bones barked, snatching it from his fingers. "So you decided to come here and distract me from my duties?"
Jim smiled that obnoxiously handsome smile of his, wide and full and more than a little seductive.
"Pretty much," he agreed.
"Damn it Jim, I'm a doctor, not your personal play toy. I can't just be available to you whenever you're bored."
"But I'm the captain," Jim said. No, whined. He definitely whined.
"My daughter is more mature than you are," Bones said waspishly.
"She's four." Jim frowned.
"Yeah, I know."
"Bones, come on. You're telling me that you really don't want to hear about--"
"I really don't want to hear about it. Now get the hell out of here before I shove this hypospray into you for kicks," Bones threatened, waving it in Jim's face.
"It's empty," Jim replied, rolling his eyes and leaning back against one of the beds with a ridiculous amount of nonchalance.
"I didn't say I'd shove the needle into you." That was a growl. That was definitely a growl. And the look Bones was shooting Jim was, well, kind of hot, actually.
Jim shifted his hips where he stood, his eyes smoldering and staring at Bones intently. There was a silent pause for a few seconds before Bones exploded.
"You're actually...!?" he sputtered, and Jim's eyes widened slightly. Bones moved the few steps over to Jim and grabbed him by the collar of his uniform, spinning him around and shoving him firmly over the bed so that his feet were still firmly on the ground, but he was bent over, ass perfectly accessible.
"Bones, what?" Jim asked dumbly, startled and fighting back a little, but not really trying to break free, as Bones had no trouble keeping Jim's back pushed down and his face against the protective covering on the bed.
"I did warn you. Now, are you going to stay put, or am I going to have to strap your arms down to the bed?" he asked gruffly. A shiver ran down Jim's spine, so Bones moved forward, pressing his groin up against Jim's backside as he leaned over him to grab at the restraints attached to the bed.
Jim began to struggle against him, but Bones just pressed more of his body weight against Jim as he strapped his wrists up to the sides of the bed.
"Bones..." Jim said, warningly, but Bones ignored him, slapping him firmly on the ass.
"Shut up. You're in my infirmary, Jim, and you said it yourself. You're off duty."
That was definitely a whine that erupted from the back of Jim's throat.
Bones stuck the hypospray into his pocket and moved for Jim's pants, hastily unfastening them and dropping them down to Jim's knees, underwear included.
"Lucky for you, barring any emergencies, I've given the medical staff some leave for the afternoon." It had been a slow week. A very slow week. In a slow month. The crew aboard the Enterprise was going a bit stir-crazy, what with the lack of interesting missions and death-defying danger and whatnot.
"You going to fuck me, Bones?" Jim asked breathily, feet shuffling on the floor as he tried pushing his ass back, more towards Bones.
"No," he stated simply, giving Jim's ass another smack-- this time the noise reverberated loudly in the empty room, flesh against flesh being much more noisy. Jim groaned in response-- either to the slap or the answer, Bones didn't know. Perhaps it was both.
Bones reached over to a drawer beside the bed and pulled out a tube of medical grade lubricant. Before Jim even had time to ask what Bones planned on doing with it, the hypospray was already slicked up and being pushed up against Jim's asshole.
"Fuck! Bones, that's cold. What are you trying to stick in there?" came the strangled cry as Jim tried to maneuver out of the way.
"I warned you," Bones said, aware that he was repeating himself. The hypospray was a bit slim, and smooth enough to go in without a fight, even into Jim's unprepared ass.
Jim groaned loudly as the silver stick slid its way inside of him, his body stretching slightly around the intrusion to make room for it. Bones kept a tight grip on the other end of it; it wouldn't do to lose it up Jim's ass. Let alone having to fish it out himself, he'd never hear the end of it.
Bones kept a hand on the small of Jim's back, pressing him down there as he began to slowly fuck Jim with the medical instrument, smirking to himself at the small, whimpering noises Jim was making into the bed.
"Bones, come on Bones. Bones, Bones, come on. Fuck me, Bones, damn it, just fuck me," he groaned, fingers tightening into fists and tugging at the restraints.
Bones stayed silent, dutifully sliding the hypospray in and out of Jim's ass, aiming for his prostate each time-- mostly certain that it was sliding against it most of the time, based on the way Jim fought his restraints and pressed back into the blunt object.
Suddenly, Bones stopped, and Jim let out a groan of displeasure at this new development. Keeping one hand holding onto the end of the hypospray chamber, Bones moved to a better angle, and began smacking Jim's ass, hitting his hand against the cheeks and leaving them a pleasant rosy color. Jim shrieked when the vibrations, coupled with the way his muscles tightened when he was slapped, pressed the hypospray inside him up against his prostate in quick jolts.
"Oh, fuck," Jim hissed, only to keen softly as Bones continued with the spanking. His ass was growing steadily more sore, but his erection was leaking precome and his hole kept tightening up around the hypospray, no longer cold, which Bones resumed fucking him with.
"Please, Bones," Jim pleaded, fingers grasping in empty air as he ground down against the bed as Bones began fucking him more roughly. The object inside of him was fairly small, but with the force and speed with which Bones was using, Jim could feel it.
And it was going to make him come.
"Please, I want you in me, damn it Bones, fuck. Fuck," Jim yelped when Bones' hand struck his ass once again.
"Shut up," Bones commanded, which made Jim shiver just by the tone of his voice. "For once, this isn't about what you want, Jim. I think I'm going to do what I want, which is make you come all over this bed with a hypospray shoved up your ass."
Later, Jim would swear up and down, backwards and sideways, that it was the tone of Bones' voice that did him in. He shifted against the bed, grunting and groaning as his orgasm came unexpectedly, his muscled tightening around the hypospray and his fingers now tightly wrapped back into fists.
"Good boy," Bones purred, pulling the instrument from Jim's ass and quickly wiping it down before taking it over to a sterilizer. He was going to have to keep an eye on it though, because that damn thing was ending up in his room, because he had plans with it, assuming Jim responded like this every time he got fucked with Bones' favorite toy.
"Now, you can stay there while I finish what I was doing before you interrupted me, and when I'm done I'll fuck your sweet ass so hard you'll feel me for a week," he proposed, "or, I'll let you go now and tonight I'll spank your ass so hard you'll feel it for a week. Take your pick." Jim shuddered visibly.
"Can't I have both?"
( trufax: I actually didn't notice the request asked for Kirk to be tied to a bed until after I posted the fic. Obviously my brain was hardwired to this prompt without my knowledge. )
Pairing: McCoy/Kirk
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,382
Warnings: PWP, Bondage, D/s, Spanking, unprofessional use of medical equipment
Notes: For this prompt at the st_xi_kink meme. I was totally going to stay anon with this, but I actually liked it, so whatever. Critique is, as always, welcome.
"God damn it, Jim! I'm busy. Find someone else to regale with your stories," Bones ground out, his eyebrows narrowed and the expression on his face dark.
"Come on, Bones," Jim whined, following the doctor around the medbay as he checked the inventory against what was listed on the PADD in his hands. "Uhura threatened bodily harm against me if I told her one more sex story."
That made Bones turn sharply to stare at Jim, who was looking entirely too innocent. The idiot was up to something, but Bones didn't particularly care what it was at the moment. He had things to do, and, hell, didn't Jim?
"You're the damn captain of this ship. Why the hell aren't you off... captaining?" he complained.
"Off duty," Jim said easily, picking up one of the unfilled hypospray chambers sitting on a shelf and fiddling with it.
"Give me that," Bones barked, snatching it from his fingers. "So you decided to come here and distract me from my duties?"
Jim smiled that obnoxiously handsome smile of his, wide and full and more than a little seductive.
"Pretty much," he agreed.
"Damn it Jim, I'm a doctor, not your personal play toy. I can't just be available to you whenever you're bored."
"But I'm the captain," Jim said. No, whined. He definitely whined.
"My daughter is more mature than you are," Bones said waspishly.
"She's four." Jim frowned.
"Yeah, I know."
"Bones, come on. You're telling me that you really don't want to hear about--"
"I really don't want to hear about it. Now get the hell out of here before I shove this hypospray into you for kicks," Bones threatened, waving it in Jim's face.
"It's empty," Jim replied, rolling his eyes and leaning back against one of the beds with a ridiculous amount of nonchalance.
"I didn't say I'd shove the needle into you." That was a growl. That was definitely a growl. And the look Bones was shooting Jim was, well, kind of hot, actually.
Jim shifted his hips where he stood, his eyes smoldering and staring at Bones intently. There was a silent pause for a few seconds before Bones exploded.
"You're actually...!?" he sputtered, and Jim's eyes widened slightly. Bones moved the few steps over to Jim and grabbed him by the collar of his uniform, spinning him around and shoving him firmly over the bed so that his feet were still firmly on the ground, but he was bent over, ass perfectly accessible.
"Bones, what?" Jim asked dumbly, startled and fighting back a little, but not really trying to break free, as Bones had no trouble keeping Jim's back pushed down and his face against the protective covering on the bed.
"I did warn you. Now, are you going to stay put, or am I going to have to strap your arms down to the bed?" he asked gruffly. A shiver ran down Jim's spine, so Bones moved forward, pressing his groin up against Jim's backside as he leaned over him to grab at the restraints attached to the bed.
Jim began to struggle against him, but Bones just pressed more of his body weight against Jim as he strapped his wrists up to the sides of the bed.
"Bones..." Jim said, warningly, but Bones ignored him, slapping him firmly on the ass.
"Shut up. You're in my infirmary, Jim, and you said it yourself. You're off duty."
That was definitely a whine that erupted from the back of Jim's throat.
Bones stuck the hypospray into his pocket and moved for Jim's pants, hastily unfastening them and dropping them down to Jim's knees, underwear included.
"Lucky for you, barring any emergencies, I've given the medical staff some leave for the afternoon." It had been a slow week. A very slow week. In a slow month. The crew aboard the Enterprise was going a bit stir-crazy, what with the lack of interesting missions and death-defying danger and whatnot.
"You going to fuck me, Bones?" Jim asked breathily, feet shuffling on the floor as he tried pushing his ass back, more towards Bones.
"No," he stated simply, giving Jim's ass another smack-- this time the noise reverberated loudly in the empty room, flesh against flesh being much more noisy. Jim groaned in response-- either to the slap or the answer, Bones didn't know. Perhaps it was both.
Bones reached over to a drawer beside the bed and pulled out a tube of medical grade lubricant. Before Jim even had time to ask what Bones planned on doing with it, the hypospray was already slicked up and being pushed up against Jim's asshole.
"Fuck! Bones, that's cold. What are you trying to stick in there?" came the strangled cry as Jim tried to maneuver out of the way.
"I warned you," Bones said, aware that he was repeating himself. The hypospray was a bit slim, and smooth enough to go in without a fight, even into Jim's unprepared ass.
Jim groaned loudly as the silver stick slid its way inside of him, his body stretching slightly around the intrusion to make room for it. Bones kept a tight grip on the other end of it; it wouldn't do to lose it up Jim's ass. Let alone having to fish it out himself, he'd never hear the end of it.
Bones kept a hand on the small of Jim's back, pressing him down there as he began to slowly fuck Jim with the medical instrument, smirking to himself at the small, whimpering noises Jim was making into the bed.
"Bones, come on Bones. Bones, Bones, come on. Fuck me, Bones, damn it, just fuck me," he groaned, fingers tightening into fists and tugging at the restraints.
Bones stayed silent, dutifully sliding the hypospray in and out of Jim's ass, aiming for his prostate each time-- mostly certain that it was sliding against it most of the time, based on the way Jim fought his restraints and pressed back into the blunt object.
Suddenly, Bones stopped, and Jim let out a groan of displeasure at this new development. Keeping one hand holding onto the end of the hypospray chamber, Bones moved to a better angle, and began smacking Jim's ass, hitting his hand against the cheeks and leaving them a pleasant rosy color. Jim shrieked when the vibrations, coupled with the way his muscles tightened when he was slapped, pressed the hypospray inside him up against his prostate in quick jolts.
"Oh, fuck," Jim hissed, only to keen softly as Bones continued with the spanking. His ass was growing steadily more sore, but his erection was leaking precome and his hole kept tightening up around the hypospray, no longer cold, which Bones resumed fucking him with.
"Please, Bones," Jim pleaded, fingers grasping in empty air as he ground down against the bed as Bones began fucking him more roughly. The object inside of him was fairly small, but with the force and speed with which Bones was using, Jim could feel it.
And it was going to make him come.
"Please, I want you in me, damn it Bones, fuck. Fuck," Jim yelped when Bones' hand struck his ass once again.
"Shut up," Bones commanded, which made Jim shiver just by the tone of his voice. "For once, this isn't about what you want, Jim. I think I'm going to do what I want, which is make you come all over this bed with a hypospray shoved up your ass."
Later, Jim would swear up and down, backwards and sideways, that it was the tone of Bones' voice that did him in. He shifted against the bed, grunting and groaning as his orgasm came unexpectedly, his muscled tightening around the hypospray and his fingers now tightly wrapped back into fists.
"Good boy," Bones purred, pulling the instrument from Jim's ass and quickly wiping it down before taking it over to a sterilizer. He was going to have to keep an eye on it though, because that damn thing was ending up in his room, because he had plans with it, assuming Jim responded like this every time he got fucked with Bones' favorite toy.
"Now, you can stay there while I finish what I was doing before you interrupted me, and when I'm done I'll fuck your sweet ass so hard you'll feel me for a week," he proposed, "or, I'll let you go now and tonight I'll spank your ass so hard you'll feel it for a week. Take your pick." Jim shuddered visibly.
"Can't I have both?"
( trufax: I actually didn't notice the request asked for Kirk to be tied to a bed until after I posted the fic. Obviously my brain was hardwired to this prompt without my knowledge. )